The officers seemed to go a bit pale when they saw mother. I wonder if they didn't feel good.
"Kid, did you see who did it?" The buff man asked, still pale.
"Yes. I did. I also killed father. He's upstairs though." I said smiling. I was so happy. I felt like a great burden had been lifted from my chest. I wonder how mother and father like hell.
"This isn't a joke. Your parents are dead. They are not going to come back. So I'll ask you again, who killed your parents?" The buff man asked with a stern voice.
"You must be getting old. I killed mother and father. They were hurting me so I took the scissors and went sta, stab, stab, stab, sta, sta, stab. It was really fun." I said gleefully. The police men should probably take the day off. Now the look like they're going to puke.
"This is Agent Samuel Johnson. We need an ambulance and some more officers at XXX XXXXXX Street." The buff man, well Samuel now, said.
"Kid, we are going to find the people responsible. You can cry it's okay." Samuel said. He thought that that I was traumtized and began thinking I killed my own parents. He didn't think it was possible I knew full well what I was doing and willingly killed my parents.
"Don't worry, sir. If anything I would cry tears of joy. After all, those motherfucking assholes who called themselves my parents are rotting in hell." Oops. I was always told don't curse, but I'm sure Samuel and doughnut man understand my happiness.
"Poor kid. Their deaths must've really gotten to him." Samuel muttered under his breath. He and his partner then went upstairs. I was pretty sure they were going to find father. And indeed they did. It turned out that asshole wasn't dead yet. The police officers tried to save him, but he died before the ambulance got here. It seems he was muttering 'monster' when Samuel and doughnut found him.
The ambulance could be heard coming down the street. As soon as they got here, they went and put mother and father in the truck and drove off towards the hospital. I wondered what the rush was. I mean, they were already dead. Samuel and doughnut finally came downstairs after the ambulance left.
"Kid, we're going to drive you to the station so come with us for a little bit." Doughnut said.
"I'm good. I only needed you guys to move mother and father's bodies out." I replied. It seemed really fun. Killing people that is. The thrill sends the adrenals rushing through my body. I want to do it more and more and more and more.
"We can't leave you here at a crime scene so you'll have to spcome with us." They figured I probably didn't want to leave so that was the only reason they could think of.
I was forced to go with them and someone talked to me about what happened. I think his name was Dr. Riedel. I told him about killing my parents and the thrill I got from it. I got so hyped up I didn't realize I had spoken for about four hours about what happened.
The officers found the scissors and they were covered in finger prints. They said they had many they could use to find a match. I told them they could check my finger prints. They tried to convince me otherwise, but in the they did. They couldn't believe they found a match. It was really funny seeing their faces. I even told them I killed them.
It seems that I have to go in for some brain scans and genetic testing to figure out if something is wrong with me. In the end it seems they found out I have something called Mentalis Aspiret. It turns it ran slates to 'mental break'. The symptoms include: inability to feel empathy, inability to feel sympathy, reduced sense of pain, seizures, and hallucinations. It seems that the genes for it run in my family, but it only shows symptoms when the person is put in a near death or traumatizing situation. It can only be treated by therapy. It seems I will be going to a mental asylum. Fun.
The day I killed my parents I turned 10 years old.
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Five years later.
I finally got released from the asylum. I managed to convince them I was all better now. That I feel things like pain and guilt. I found out during my time there that I was a very, very good actor. I did become really sad after my parents died. It seems the happiness from killing them disappeared. I have been fighting the urge to kill people, but now I'm free, I want to kill lots and lots.
The people from the asylum said that I would be fine going to a regular high school. They had tutors come and teach when I was there so I wouldn't fall behind. They found I was quite smart and started school in my senior year, rather than the sophomore year.
The people in my school were strange. The seemed so normal. They talked with their friends and Ent to class. At least most of them did. It was so unlike the asylum. People were always running around and doing what they wanted, not what they were told.
I had some very interesting conversations at the asylum. I discussed methods of murder with some others. I said it would be interesting to cut open the person and remove all of their organs while hearing them scream. Another one said something about starving someone while a buffet of gourmet delicious looking and smelling foods were just beyond their reach. Someone else said that we can slowly carve the flesh of their bones.
During my time there I had begun to experience some hallucinations. There was a huge hole in which corpses of all types came crawling out of with pitch black eyes. They were crying and seemed to crawl their way toward me. There was something about them that made me happy. Seeing their faces as they struggled. Or maybe the pleas they made, asking and begging for my help. I never listened.
I wasn't scared of them. I loved seeing them. They were beautiful. It made me wonder how they got like that, until I realized they were simply something my brain was making up.
The people in school seemed to be begging to be killed. Their movements, their words, everything about them. I found it hard to learn anything with these people around me. I really wanted to kill them. Just like mother and father.
Not one seemed to know about where I was before I came here. They may have thought my parents moved a lot. I wouldn't know because they never talked to me. I was fine with that though. I enjoyed watching them. Thinking of all the ways I could kill them. Imaging the faces they would make. This all made me happy, but it couldn't compare to actually killing them. The sound of the knife puncturing their body and the screams made a perfect melody that was wonderful to my ears.
I decided I wanted to kill some more. I had to make sure I didn't get caught though. I was staying at an orphanage, which meant that everybody was always watching everybody. Sometimes I would sneak out. Sometimes I would say I was going to hang out with some friends. But no matter what excuse I came up with, I always killed.
Sometimes it would be one person. Sometimes many. I would experiment with different methids of killing. Some worked and killed them in a lovely fashion. Such as burning them alive. Others didn't work. Like impaling people. It took several days and they were usually found by them. Luckily the one I tried to do that to couldn't remember who I was.
Over the years I experimented more and more and killed more and more. I eventually became known as the "Doctor of Torture". I didn't go to college after I finished school and simply worked at a library. Lots of time to kill people and lots of infirmation to learn. There were several books in the library I worked at concerning medieval and current methods to kill or torture someone. Very informational.
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Unfortunately, as I got older the hallucinations became more frequent and even scared me now. I haven't told anybody I was still having them because they would put me back in the asylum. Which means I couldn't kill anybody else. The hallucinations now felt as if they were touching me. They pale clammy hands were pulling my legs and arms. They kept pulling me closer and closer towards that hole. Trying to drag me into it.
One day when I was 21 years old. I was standing on top of a building. No real reason. Just standing there. Then the hallucination happened. The corpses were dragging me towards the empty pit they came out of. They pulled hard, compelling me to walk over to it. As I looked in I saw an abyss. The abyss, too, must have saw me. Because when I walked into it, it seemed like it was saying, "welcome".
And on that day, Agiel Bukavac died from jumping off a building.
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I felt strange. Like I was very big and a speck of dust all at the same time. The place I was in was empty, except for the pitch black darkness engulfing me.
"Hello."
Suddenly a bright yellow light appeared in front of me and a being with pure white wings and gold hair and blue eyes stood before me. It was a beautiful woman, but I felt uncomfortable around her. She was radiating goodness and purity. I didn't like that.
"Guess you're God. Here to punish me because I didn't believe in you?"
"No. I am here to give you a second chance. You were mentally diseased and couldn't tell right from wrong. So I can give you a second chance were you can help people and build a family. You can become happy. And I'm one of many gods. God is what you use to refer to all of us." The woman said smiling. She made me want to puke. I didn't want something like a family. I hate children. They're disgusting and ugly and whiny. And why would I want to help people? I feel better killing them instead. I even tried to help a person once. It made me feel sad and uncomfortable.
"Thank you for the offer. But I have no wish for a family or helping people. What I did was what I considered to be right, so that's all that mattered." I replied. I would rather just not live again if that was watI was going to do.
"You refuse my wish for you to be happy! In that case, I won't say anything to you. Crazy bastard." The woman turned around and disappeared into a speck of light.
"That was a very smart decision, boy. She really doesn't like it when things don't go her way and tries to push her will on others." This time a man with raven black hair and a strong face appeared. He couldn't be considered handsome, but he wasn't that bad either.
"I just didn't like her goody-two-shoes attitude. She made me feel sick." I replied.
"In that case would you like me to let you become the villain instead of the hero." The man asked smiling. His eyes were a dark blue that seemed as endless as the ocean and as cold as the depths.
"No. I want to choose the way I live. I want to do what ever the hell I want when ever I want to." I said. This guy also seemed rather pushy.
"You don't want to become the evilest man in the world and be surrounded by a bunch apocalypse women to do what ever you desire. You can kill anything you want. And no one can stop you." The man replied, licking his lips. He was sure I would be drawn in.
"No, I don't. I probably have to kill all the heroes and defend my property or something like that." Po replied. That seemed boring. Even if these guys are gods they seem to see everything in black or white.
"Tch. Oh well. Since you don't want my magnificent abilities, no reason to force you." The man than disappeared as quick as he came.
A bunch of other gods came and offered me this or that. But I refused them as well. None of them told me their names which struck me as quite strange. A really wished they would leave me alone. I was beginning to have the urge to kill them now.
"What a strange child. You refused all of the offers and didn't even consider one of them." This time it was just a voice. No person or creature came out of nowhere.
"Of course. I simply don't care." I said.
"Boy, I won't offer you anything or tell you do to something but I simply want you to answer a question of mine. One I'm quite curious about." The voice replied. Since there was no harm in answering a question I accepted. It was quite boring here anyways.
"Okay."
"I'm glad you accepted. So here it is, What do you think of us, the gods?"
I took a moment to think. What did I think about the gods?
"The gods are really rude and ignorant. They all seem to want me to do something for them or give me something, but don't consider the fact their words are full of arrogance. They seem to look down on me. They seem ignorant of the fact that I really don't care about what they want and it doesn't matter what they offer, they're are bound to be strings attached. Besides they seem like a pain in the ass." This was honestly my thoughts.
"Hahahahahaha. You certainly are brutally honest. Just for that I'm going to let you keep your memories when reincarnating." The voice said.
"Do I have to reincarnate?" I questioned. It didn't seem that fun and the only joy I would get would from taking others lives. I wasn't even sure if I would keep my "disease" which I liked so much.
"Yes, you do. I'll also let you keep your mental affliction and reincarnate you to a world I think you'll like." The voice said.
"Why? I doubt that answer was the only reason." I was curious about this from the first god I met. Why were they all talking to me.
"Because you're interesting. Very few people have the nerve to refuse the gods. The May be captivated by their appearance or scared for their very soul. But they very rarely refuse the gods. Besides you are much calmer in this situation then most." The voice seemed to say this playfully as though this was all but a game.
"So when will I be reincarnated." If it was going to happen anyways, then let it happen. I am very excited I get to keep my disease, though. I think without it, I would feel like a part of me was missing.
"A while. I have to make sure you don't die immediately when getting there. Besides, while you wait we can talk a lot. I can even tell you of some killing methods you haven't found out yet." The voice said. "By the way, you can call me Vale."
"Nice to meet you Vale. I'm Agiel. How long is 'a while'?" I asked. I wasn't sure what I thought about a god a barely even talked to.
"Twenty years. Thirty Years. Hundred Years. Who knows? By the way, your disease won't change your thinking here. So earlier when you wanted to kill the others. Most people would've wanted to do that to."
Guess this will be fun then.